Page 70 of Addicted To His Favorite
Leon approached the table, carefully placing a perfectly plated filet mignon in front of Sebastian, who didn’t break his gaze from Emily as he reached for his fork. The rest of the group began eating, and Emily tried to focus on her plate, but it wasn’t long before she felt Sebastian’s hand slide onto her thigh under the table.
A shiver ran through her as his fingers began to roam over her skin, tracing slow, delicate patterns that made her pulse quicken.
Her fork hovered mid-air as she stiffened. She glanced at him, but he didn’t look back; his dark eyes stayed on his plate, completely calm, as if he were savoring every bite.
She tried to shift, angling her leg slightly to create space, but his grip tightened, anchoring her in place. His hand slid higher along her thigh, fingers tracing teasingly between her legs, sending shivers through her and heating her from within.
Panic flickered through her—if anyone noticed what he was doing under the table, it would be mortifying.
She pressed her legs together and tried to grab and push his hand away, but he didn’t move. Instead, his fingers slid even higher, brushing over her panties, stroking her clit.
It was a silent warning—keep resisting, and it would only invite more.
Shivering, she gave in, surrendering to him. Her breath grew heavier, shallow, and uneven. She bit her lip to keep from gasping, forcing herself to eat, though every soft glide of his fingers on her thighs only made it more impossible to think about anything but him.
A short distance away, Amelia stood near the restaurant’s entrance, coffee still dripping from her hair, eyes fixed on the table. She narrowed her gaze, suspicion hardening in her features.
‘Why is that bitch squirming like that?’ she thought, leaning forward for a better view.
Her eyes drifted under the table—and froze when she spotted Sebastian’s hand caressing Emily’s thigh.
Shock flared across her features, her eyes widening and her shoulders tensing.
Then, almost instantly, it shifted into a triumphant smirk.
She quickly fished her phone out of her purse, shoulders tensing with anticipation. Leaning slightly forward, she tilted the phone with precision, fingers flying over the screen as she snapped several pictures.
Her eyes glinted with happiness, a barely suppressed smirk tugged at her lips as she straightened slightly, careful not to draw attention.
“Now I have the evidence that you’re a slut, Emily,” Amelia said, her voice tight with pride. She snapped her phone shut, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement, and pivoted sharply on her heel.
She stormed out of the restaurant, disappearing into the crowd before anyone could notice.
As everyone neared the end of their dinners, Sebastian’s eyes flicked to Leon, and a silent understanding passed between them. Instantly catching on, Leon moved with fluid precision toward Jeremy, gripping his arm and guiding him out of the chair.
“Mr. Nox, I need to discuss something very important about your upcoming fashion show,” Leon said, steering him toward the restaurant’s exit with practiced ease.
“I’m trying to finish my dinner!” Jeremy protested, glancing longingly at his half-eaten steak. “I haven’t even eaten much yet! Let me eat first—”
Leon’s grip didn’t loosen. His shoulder pressed lightly against Jeremy’s as he steered him toward the exit. “Come with me. I’ll take you somewhere better.”
Jacob glanced at the table. Now, only Emily and Sebastian remained seated. With a heavy sigh, he set down his fork and spoon. “I need to finish some work… and a few other things,” he muttered, offering a vague excuse before quickly leaving the table, leaving the two of them alone.
Emily’s face flushed a deep red, heat creeping up her neck. “You made them all leave!” she accused, glaring at Sebastian.
Sebastian leaned down, pressing a little closer. His hand tightened slightly on her thigh as he brushed his lips againsther cheek, then shifted toward her ear. “I don’t like third wheels between my wife and me,” he whispered softly.
He pulled back slightly, lifting the fork with a piece of steak. He brought it to her lips.
Emily’s lips softened into a small smile, a gentle laugh escaping her as she opened her mouth and accepted the bite, her embarrassment melting away under his touch.
***
The next day, Amelia stormed into Lucas’s office, her heart pounding with excitement and malice. Her hands clenched her bag straps as she entered Lucas’s office, her eyes bright and determined.
Lucas, hunched over his papers, looked up and immediately frowned. “What are you doing here?” he asked coldly. “I told you if you had anything to discuss, go through my secretary.”
Amelia stepped forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor, leaning slightly toward him with a calculated tilt of her chin. “I have something important to tell you,” she said, her voice dropping darker. “Do you know that Emily is trying to become Sebastian Graves’s mistress?”
